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The shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make man more wise?
Here within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain Will time make man more sane?
Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier? Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today
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